THE ECHO OF HER VOICE

Oh, I’ll be OK I told her

when she asked how it would be

without her

little did I know how strong

I would have to be

for this one simple thing

being alone

each day anew it is forced on  me

as I wander about

this big empty house of ours

once filled with laughter

and love

now the echo of her voice

is only heard

deep in my heart.

John A. Bayerl, May 27, 2012

Lately I've been missing Gwen as though it were a year and a half ago, just after she died.  She was so right for me, and I miss her presence in my life as a sure and constant center where I could always find peace.  

Gwen always baked a made-from-scratch German Chocolate cake for my birthday.  In memory of that, I will do the same today.   She'll be there in the kitchen with me.

Dear, I'll miss your keen eye that knew just when the frosting that I stirred and stirred over medium heat was a perfect golden brown